Freshwater

Round and round

Goes the head of a cow.

Lax and lolling

The cow goes strolling–

The dew grass parts.

O! the down around and dip

Of the cow

As it takes its leave

From the ox and plow.

Heave ho! the moo

And mow the morning.

The great fated cow

Rests well in the corn.

 

[This is an old, old poem I wrote back in the 1970s when I lived in Humboldt County. A musician I knew at the time put it to music and when sung, sounds like an ancient ballad.]

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